ng_ ANDREW]. Is it here you are, Andrew? What are the
beggars doing? Was this door thrown open, too?... Why did you not keep
order? I will go for the constables to help us!

ANDREW. You will not find them to help you. They were scattering
themselves through the drinking houses of the town; and why wouldn't
they?

THOMAS. Are you drunk, too? You are worse than Martin. You are a
disgrace.

ANDREW. Disgrace yourself! Coming here to be making an attack on me and
badgering me and disparaging me. And what about yourself that turned me
to be a hypocrite?

THOMAS. What are you saying?

ANDREW. You did, I tell you. Weren't you always at me to be regular and
to be working and to be going through the day and the night without
company and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want
with a trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the
mountains. I would have found it again and brought riches from it but
for you keeping me so close to the work.

THOMAS. Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I
cherished you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life.

ANDREW. You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the
mother you take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much
of the English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he
has the generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me
and force me to do night walking secretly, watching to be back by the
setting of the seven stars! [_He begins to play his flute._]

THOMAS. I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I
will have them lodged in gaol.

JOHNNY B. Filthy troop, is it? Mind yourself! The change is coming! The
pikes will be up and the traders will go down!

[_All seize him and sing._]

When the Lion shall lose his strength,
And the braket thistle begin to pine,--
The harp shall sound sweet, sweet at length
Between the eight and the nine!

THOMAS. Let me out of this, you villains!

NANNY. We'll make a sieve of holes of you, you old bag of treachery!

BIDDY. How well you threatened us with gaol! You skim of a weasel's
milk!

JOHNNY B. You heap of sicknesses! You blinking hangman! That you may
never die till you'll get a blue hag for a wife!

[MARTIN _comes back with lighted lamp._]

MARTIN. Let him go. [_They let_ THOMAS _go and fall back._] Spread out
the banner. The moment has come to begin the war.

JOHNNY B. Up w